During the extremely hot summer, Kelly realized that the divorce was imminent. Neither had been really happy for a while and the reasons didn't really matter anymore. They had loved each other once but neither felt it anymore. The only downside for Kelly was that she didn't really want to work any more than she already did at her part time job, and maintaining her lifestyle as it was wouldn't be possible on such a small salary.
Bill made a ton of money as a contractor especially during times like now, the summer months, as people installed pools, patios and built homes, but they'd only been married seven years; they didn't have any kids, and her attorney said that she'd probably get the house, her car and half of their savings but not much more than that unless Bill wanted to be generous. She didn't know how generous he would want to be. She suspected not overly so.
She was talking to her best friend Dawn about it on the phone.
Dawn had a suggestion. "Well I don't know if there's a great chance, but you may have something going for you."
"What's that?" Kelly asked.
"I heard that Bill has asked Sherman to be his lawyer." She answered.
"Sherman? Sherman who?" Kelly asked.
Dawn laughed, "Sherman Ferguson, silly. From high school."
"Oh God, I had forgotten all about him; I don't know how that helps; I supposedly have a great lawyer, and I don't think I even talked to Sherman much in high school much less since. He gave me a few rides to school is all. Besides if Bill's hired him I couldn't anyway." Kelly responded.
"I think you're forgetting a few things," Dawn reminded her. "Sherman was in love with you."
"What?" Kelly exclaimed, "I think I'd remember that. I did tease him some like we did all the poor, unpopular guys."
"Kelly," Dawn continued, "He wrecked his car once trying to look at your thighs." You used to get him so flustered in government class just crossing and uncrossing your legs that he couldn't answer simple questions that we all knew he knew, and in English you could practically hypnotize him playing with your blouse buttons."
Kelly laughed, "I'd forgotten that, we were such little bitches, and the wreck wasn't much, he just popped up on the curb. It wasn't love; it was a high school crush. Why bring this up? You did the same type stuff."
"Do I have to spell it out? Sherman can't think straight around you. Hell, you look better than you did in high school. And think about his life since high school. He probably studied all the time, then went to law school and now works all the time. He married Carol Blance for God's sake." Dawn explained.
Kelly asked, "Carol? The plain looking girl from health class who said sex was icky and that she didn't like it?"
"Exactly, the poor guy ended up married to the most boring girl in school and still probably never gets any." Dawn guessed.
"Still, what good is it? I can't sit in front of Bill and his attorney and just tease them. What would my attorney say? And how would Bill not see? And what real point would there be anyway?" Kelly asked quizzically.
Dawn began to explain, "Here's an idea, and, for the record, I know you can do it, but you'll need to be bold..."
A few weeks later.
The phone rang in Kelly's hotel room.
"Hello," she answered.
"Uh, hello," a voice almost stammered. "Is this Kelly?"
"Why yes it is, who's this?" She asked, knowing exactly who it was.
The reply came, "Sherman Ferguson, I'm representing your husband; but you may remember we went to school together."
"Of course, Sherman, of course I remember. How are you?" She asked sincerely.
"Fine, fine, but I arrived for our 2:00 meeting and the front desk informed me that the meeting is scheduled for 4:00 and that the conference room isn't available until then. They said that you had requested for everyone to call you when they arrived; is that right? I had 2:00." He explained.
"Oh no, did Billy not tell you?" She asked. "The hotel is right. We moved everything to 4:00."
Kelly knew that Bill had been told specifically that Sherman had already been told, but she knew she was convincing.
"Well, no, I'm afraid he didn't but that's ok, I'll just wait here in the lobby," he told her.
"Nonsense, Sherman, come up to my room, I have a suite, You can set up in the sitting area, maybe make any calls you need to and I'll finish getting ready in the bedroom." Kelly tried to make it sound completely innocent.
A second or two passed before Sherman answered, "Nnn no, "he finally stammered, "That wouldn't be appropriate, I'll just be here in the lobby."
"Sherman Ferguson," she said with a bit of authority, "I won't hear of that. You're already inconvenienced because my forgetful husband didn't call you. I won't let you wait in that busy lobby."
"But I represent your husband," he said.
"Sherman, we're friends from high school, this isn't typical, Now come to 220 before I get angry." She hung up before he could answer.
She knew that this would be the toughest part of the plan. There's no way a lawyer should fall for this, but he was a man, he had a weakness, and she didn't think he could resist her.
She nervously waited and waited; the plan would completely fail if he didn't show up.
A few excruciating minutes later there was a weak knock on her door.
With a sigh of relief she headed to the door.
Kelly opened the door standing behind it and with a perfect smile invited him in. As he entered and the door closed behind him he couldn't help but notice that she was in a black silk robe. Before he could say anything, Kelly moved to him and gave him a quick, soft kiss, on his lips.
He froze as she began to speak, "There, silly, a quick kiss hello, now do you see there's nothing awkward going on?"
As she nodded, he couldn't help but agree, "Yes, of course."
"Just make yourself comfy, and I'll go finish getting ready." She stated as she disappeared into the bedroom.
Sherman sat there for a while trying to savor the taste of her lips on his but he eventually started opening his briefcase and pulling out his phone to check messages.
As he began to listen, Kelly flipped on her overhead bedroom light; she knew that the light would hit the other room too, as she had left the door about ten inches ajar. Instinct would force Sherman to glance toward the light, and as he did she placed one of her legs up on her bed as if about to take a step up.
She had set the rooms up so that as he would look though the doorway he couldn't help but see a mirror that would capture her leg.
She began rolling a black stocking up the leg slowly, deliberately, perfectly, stopping every few rolls to smooth it out.
Kelly couldn't help notice that Sherman had gone silent. No responses to messages, no buttons on his phone being pushed. Even though she hadn't seen him in 10-12 years, she knew she still had him.
She finished one stocking and began the next one, taking her time and savoring each stroke to smooth them out.
Upon completion she moved positions so that only her back and legs could be viewed in the mirror. (She and Dawn had practiced the exact placements that morning)
She allowed the robe to drop from her shoulders and glide to the floor; this left Sherman with a view of her stockings, black lace panties and her bare back. She then added a matching bra before spinning around to face the mirror.